"It passes my compr'ension what fun dey find runnin' like child'n arter butterflies, an' beetles, an' sitch like varmint.

My massa am de wisest man on eart', yet _he_ go a little wild dat way too--sometimes!" Moses looked at the Dyak boy with a puzzled expression, but as the Dyak boy did not understand English, he looked intently at the fire, and said nothing.
Next morning Nigel entered the forest under the guidance of Verkimier and the Dyak youth, and the orang-utan, which followed like a dog, and sometimes even took hold of its master's arm and walked with him as if it had been a very small human being.

It was a new experience to Nigel to walk in the sombre shade beneath the tangled arches of the wilderness.

In some respects it differed entirely from his expectations, and in others it surpassed them.

The gloom was deeper than he had pictured it, but the shade was not displeasing in a land so close to the equator.